Big Mac's Seduction

Taxes

Inspired by Lil’-Miss-Jay

Applejack was going through the mail Saturday morning while the rest of the Apple Family was finishing breakfast. Applejack had the unfortunate habit of letting the mail pile up over the week until the weekend when they took a break from working the farm. Most of it was the usual junk mail, letters from relatives and bills. Then one item caught her attention. She opened the envelope and read the contents, looking more and more annoyed as she went along. “Oh for Pet’s sake!” she said throwing it down on the table. The rest of her family looked up wondering why she was upset. “The city is saying that we aren’t getting our subsidies for the sheep and pigs feed again.” She crossed her arms and slumped back in her chair, “Why can’t they figure out we’re exempt from that?”

“It has something to do with how much a farm produces compared to the other farms around,” answered Big Mac. “It’s meant to keep corporations from out-competing independent farms. My best guess is that because we’re the only official farm in Ponyville, the count us as a corporation by default.”

Applejack, Granny Smith and Apple Bloom were all looking at him with questioning eyes. “Did you just make that up?” asked Apple Bloom.

“I filled out the paperwork last year, remember?” answered Big Mac.

“I thought I was the one who did that,” said Applejack.

Apple Bloom giggled, “You were going to, but then you lost your temper and were banned from any town hall meetings for three months, and the Mayor almost filed a restraining order, and…”

Applejack slammed her hands down on the table and stood up. “Apple Bloom!” she shouted leering at her younger sister. Apple Bloom continued giggling while Granny Smith and Big Mac smiled. Clever as Applejack thought she was, her little sister still knew how to press her buttons. Applejack took a minute to calm down. “Well, would you be up for doing it again this year Big Mac?”

“Eeyup. It was just filling out a bunch of forms about income and the like.”

“Confound these modern government programs!” spat Granny Smith. “Why back in my day you had to work to put food on the table and earn what you got! But now with all these fancy credit systems and grants and loans, you just sign your name on some paper and they give you whatever you want like it’s a Hearth’s Warming Eve present! Humph, it ain’t right.”

The kids mulled that over for a minute. “Well if you feel that way then we won’t apply this year,” said Applejack.

“What! Are you crazy!?!” shouted Granny Smith. “Why would you want to pass up free money for feed?”

The siblings all rolled their eyes. Sometimes it was hard to tell if Granny Smith didn’t know what she wanted, or she just wanted to talk about how much better things were “back in the day”. “Well in that case, the mayor’s office is open until noon today,” said Applejack. “If you leave now, that should give you some time to at least get started.”

“You sure you don’t want to go?” asked Big Mac.

Applejack thought about what had happened last year, “I better not,” she said, shamefully looking down at her hooves. Big Mac looked over and saw Apple Bloom grinning from ear to ear.

Big Mac set out as soon as he finished breakfast. When he reached Mayor’s house – which doubled as her office – he was glad he hadn’t left any later than he did, he had less than an hour before it closed. Letting himself in he couldn’t help but think that almost nothing had changed about the place since he came to work out the kinks with the subsidies last year. The entryway and waiting room had all the same furniture, paint, carpet and pictures on the walls. About the only thing that had changed were what flowers were in the vases. Late as it was in the office’s business hours, there was no one waiting. Just as well, Big Mac didn’t want to have come all this way to sit around and then be told the office was closing before he could get anything done.

The offices were at the top of the stairs so he went on up. The hallway at the top extended an even distance from Mayor’s and her assistant’s offices from either side stairs. Seeing that Mayor was the one in charge, Big Mac decided to talk to her first. The door to her office was open and she was at her desk doing some paperwork. She had two large bookcases but otherwise the walls were covered with certificates, awards and pictures of her with other city leaders and government officials, even Princess Celestia herself. In front of her desk were two chairs and further back against the wall was a burgundy couch, not unlike the one Rarity had for her fainting episodes.

Mayor hadn’t noticed him as he leaned in the door way so he knocked on the frame and she looked up. “Hello Big Mac, how can I help you?” she asked.

“I’m here about reinstating our subsidies for livestock feed.”

“Alright, my assistant, Scribe, has the forms in her office. Just talk to her and she should be able to get everything set straight.” Big Mac nodded in thanks and walked down to the office at the other end of the hall.

Scribe’s office was set up a lot like Mayor’s; only in place of bookshelves there were filing cabinets. She even had a couch against the wall opposite her desk. “Why did offices always have couches?” Big Mac wondered. The walls were also nowhere near as decorated and Scribe had stacks of paper on her desk and was in the process of working through one of them. Big Mac couldn’t help but feel sorry for her; it looked like Scribe did most of the work while Mayor got the glory. Big Mac waited for her to finish the paper she was on before getting her attention. She looked up without saying anything.

“I’m here about reinstating the Apple Family’s grants for livestock feed.”

“Alright, please take a seat.” She was quick and to the point. Scribe opened one of the filing cabinets, shuffled through it and pulled out a packet of papers. She went through a few of the details of it before handing him the packet, a pen and a clipboard and told him to sit on the couch in case someone else came in. Scribe was no-nonsense, Big Mac thought that she just wanted her shift to be over and go home, it was Saturday after all.

Big Mac set to work filling out the forms he was given. Not much had changed from what he could remember, just a few more restrictions than he remembered. Fortunately, the farm met all of them. The work wasn’t difficult, but it was slow; he had to fill out two pages for each source of income the farm had. This meant two pages for the apple orchard, two pages for the small grape vineyard, two pages for the sheep and two pages for the pigs; all this on top of the general information for the farm. A lot of what he had to fill out for revenue was the same for all parts of the farm but he had to do it all by hand. If this is what Scribe had to do all day he could see why she wouldn’t like her job.

Big Mac would glance up at the clock whenever he finished a page. Five minutes before the office was set to close and he still had about a third of the papers left to fill out. Scribe went to the stairs to see if there was anyone waiting on the lower level and then went over to Mayor’s office. Big Mac heard the two of them talking but couldn’t make out what about because he was concentrating on trying to finish. Scribe came back to her office, “I’m leaving for the day, but you can stay and finish if you would like or you can bring it back on Monday. Just set it on my desk when you’re finished, turn off the lights and shut the door.” With that, she turned and started to leave.

“Alright,” answered Big Mac, “Have a nice weekend.” Scribe didn’t even acknowledge him.

Big Mac continued for another fifteen minutes or so before finishing. Satisfied with his work he approached the desk and set in down in one corner, hoping Scribe wouldn’t ignore it. He then flipped off the lights and shut the door behind him. Her office didn’t have a lock, but it was Mayor’s house after all.

He made his way over to the stairs to leave when Mayor called to him, “Big Mac? If you have a second could you come help me move something in my office?”

Big Mac was hesitant to answer, the last few times he had been alone with a mare had resulted in him making sweet pony love to the mare in question; or mares in the case of the spa triplets. But Mayor was a pony of integrity, and she had her reputation to think of. In addition, unlike the times before, she wasn’t catching Big Mac with his clothes off. Big Mac walked down the hall towards her office. When he got to the doorframe he didn’t see Mayor so he leaned in around the corner. She wasn’t there either. This was getting a little strange. Was she working on something under her desk?

Big Mac was a few steps into the room when he heard the door close behind him. Big Mac didn’t want to turn around because he was sure he knew what he was going to see. He just stood frozen facing the direction he was walking; he had no idea what to do. Mayor put her arms around his stomach and hugged him tight. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw her arms were bear rather than being covered by the jumper she had on earlier. “Sorry if I scared you,” chuckled Mayor behind him.

Mayor started running her hands over his stomach, feeling his muscles. “I can’t believe the timing worked out so perfectly. I was hoping to get a colt in today.” She started pulling up his shirt. Big Mac tried to think. What could he say? What could he do? Was there anything to stop this from happening? His mind was completely clouded, full of thoughts of what the Mayor wanted to do with him.

She slid around to his front, having pulled his shirt up as far as she could without him raising his arms. She was naked except for her glasses and the white collar with the green frill that she was never seen without. Even though Mayor was at least twenty years older than him she was still a good looking mare. She had curves in all the right places; she was slender but not skinny; her touch was firm but soft. Now that she had some better purchase on him, she forced his shirt over his head and admired his chest. “Wow Big Mac, I’ve never seen a colt as ripped as you.” She grabbed his sides and pulled herself against his chest, rubbing her cheek on his pecs. He could feel her breasts pressing against him; they were much more pliable than any of the other mares he had been with, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.

Big Mac’s mind had been such a blur that he hadn’t noticed she had slowly nudged him over so his back was against the wall. Now having him pinned, Mayor started to nuzzle, kiss and lick her way down his chest to his waste. Now on her knees, her face even with the button on his pants, she gently grabbed his crotch. She felt his manhood bulging, wanting to be free of its confines. Big Mac gasped, “This is bad. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“How is it bad?” Mayor asked. She started undoing his pants as she talked. “Neither one of us is married and we’re not hurting anyone.”

“But it feels wrong somehow.”

Mayor pulled down his pants. “Just because something feels good doesn’t make it bad,” she answered. With that statement, she pulled down his boxers. Big Mac’s erect cock sprung up as it was loosed from the elastic and twitched in front of Mayors face a few times. She started running her hand over it with a pleased grin on her face.

She began to rub his cock with her cheek and lips while her other hand fondled his balls. Big Mac could only grit his teeth and try not to let his body act without him thinking. Mayor however, had no qualms about what she was doing, “I haven’t had a colt in so long. Oh God I’ve missed this.” She started working her way to the end of his shaft. “The feel, the smell,” She pulled the head of his cock even with her lips, “The taste,” and she took his cock into her wanting mouth. She took Big Mac by surprise; all the other mares seemed to want to lick him to get use to his size; but Mayor just went for it.

Mayor began to suck him off, but she was different from the spa triplets, Rarity and Pinkie. She hardly used her tongue and she seemed to slobber all over his cock. A blowjob was a blowjob, but this seemed fairly tame compared to the other ones. Mayor then lined herself up and forced her mouth down to the ring in his shaft. Big Mac bent forward and grunted; he would have fallen down had he not been against the wall. Mayor pulled back and keeping the head of his cock in her mouth did another deep-throat. The sensation was alien to Big Mac but it felt amazing. Mayor repeated the process a few for times. Most mares would have never thought such and act could be performed on Big Mac because of his size, but Mayor didn’t even gag.

Just as Big Mac started to feel his stomach clench Mayor pulled off of him, gasping as he came free. She slowly pumped his cock, still dripping wet with spit, with one hand and wiped her mouth with her forearm. She smiled up at the panting colt, “You’ve lasted a lot longer than the last pony I did this to.” Big Mac met her gaze, “You get a lot of girls, don’t you?” He stopped panting and looked away; Mayor had read him like a book. “I can tell you now that none of them will be able to take you like I can.” She licked the opening of his cock, tasting some of the juices that had oozed out.

She got up and walked over to her couch. She lay down on her side with her front towards the center of the room. She lifted her top leg straight into the air and spread her wet pussy with two fingers. She had a patch of gray hair above the split in her legs, leading Big Mac to believe that his sister and her friends made up the whole mane-dying thing.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked, her words brought him back to the present. “Come fill me up.” Big Mac straddled her lower leg. At first it felt a bit awkward because he had one hoof on the floor and one knee on the couch, but any instability he had went away as he scotched up closer. Mayor grinned as he took his cock, still wet from her sucking him, and pressed the head against her labia, grabbing her vertical leg for some more stability. She let out a pleased sigh as he pushed in, grabbing one of her breasts with the hand she had been spreading herself with. Mayor was so loose that it took almost no work for Big Mac to push the ring in his shaft against her labia and clit.

“Deeper,” groaned Mayor as she played with her pink nipple. With little effort, Big Mac pushed his ring inside her. “Deeper,” she groaned again. He pushed in another inch or so, his balls rubbing against her thigh. “Ah, more,” moaned Mayor. Big Mac couldn’t believe what he was hearing; no mare had ever taken him further than his ring. Holding nothing back, he wrapped both his arms around her leg and forced himself in further, coming up an inch or so short of basing his cock into her. Mayor gasped in ecstasy and clawed at the couch.

No one had ever taken Big Mac all the way before and it felt amazing. “I’ll give in,” he thought to himself. Big Mac pulled back until the ring in his cock slipped out of Mayor’s pussy. He then thrusted back into her, his ring slamming against her clit.

Mayor screamed as he pumped into her again and again. “Oh fuck Big Mac! I’ve never been this full before. God yes! It’s so good! Rip me in half!” She dug her fingers into the couch as Big Mac tried to force himself deeper, his eyes and teeth clenched shut. Mayor started to clench down on him with her juice leaking out around his cock; she was getting close. Big Mac wasn’t far off either, a few more good thrusts would finish him off. A few seconds later he began to pull out, but Mayor looked at him with pleading eyes, “In me! I want it all in me!” It was more than Big Mac could take. He rammed back into her harder than ever before, pushing his cock in all the way so his stomach hit her labia.

Big Mac grunted through his teeth as he shot his spunk deep inside of Mayor. Mayor threw her head back, shouting “Yes!” over and over again; juice gushing out of her pussy and her pink nipples stiff enough that they could cut glass. As their orgasms subsided, Big Mac sunk into the couch behind Mayor, his cock still planted inside her. She leaned against him, reaching back with one arm to caress his cheek. “You sure got over you inhibitions quick,” she asked, “What happened?”

“I was thinking about what you said earlier,” he answered, “About it feeling good,” he reached forward and squeezed one of her breasts. Mayor smiled, she was always good with words. “Why didn’t you want me to pull out?” asked Big Mac.

“There’s something about that bare feeling. It just makes me feel like a woman.” Mayor continued, “When I was younger, there was also a sense of risk involved, but that time has long passed.” Big Mac was surprised that talking about it didn’t seem to bother her. “Any way, let’s get you cleaned up.” She lifted he leg up as a sign for Big Mac to finally pull his cock out. Mayor squirmed a little as he did and he bit his lower lip. Once he was out, he sat upright while Mayor got back on her knees in front of him. Big Mac was starting to soften so Mayor had to hold him steady as she licked him clean. “Maybe it’s just been a while since I’ve done this, but you have the best jizz,” she complemented, “So juicy and thick.” Mayor seemed to know all the tricks, she even drank the remaining spunk in his cock like Vera had, running her finger up the bottom from his balls to the head.

As Big Mac got off the couch to put his clothes on Mayor went over to her desk to jot something down on a piece of stationary. “You should get something in the mail about your subsidies within a month. If not, just come by the office again.”

“What’s the likelihood of us not getting anything?” asked Big Mac pulling on his pants, “Scribe looked like she had a long list of things to do.”

“I’ll just move it to the top of her list,” said Mayor with a wink. Big Mac opened the door as he finished pulling on his shirt. “Don’t let that stop you from coming by anyway,” Mayor teased. Big Mac left Mayor's house with a worried look; he was a little tempted to go back.